Slaughter house
Imagine you walked into a meatpacking plant and there is no animals
to butcher. You find yourself shaven down and all your valuables
taken away. As you walk forward you can see the stoves heating up
for the next batch. Still you look again and shake your head but
nobody is there to rescue you. Why do we cooperate I am not fighting
hoping for every inch of life I have left. Look around and you pity
the other guy who runs out of line only to be gunned down. That was
stuped he could of bought more time another minute for some hero to
save him. The enemy is not totally without mercy atleast were not
burned I can see were headed for the showers. The water is not there
but a room smelling of urine and death. The doors slam shut and the
lights go out and a gas slowly rises from the floor, their might
still be time but all starts to fade to black.
The dead can not write a story like that but I can to remind us of
the dangers of multistalking. I fought with the stalkers and they
are trained to ignore every punch, kick and if I win there is a
replacement on the way. Not mention legal battles as they own the
system we regard as safe. Years ago we felt we were free to work pay
taxes and good people would run things. The Government told us they
work for us and we can decide who willl manage our affairs. The
Government has sent me another message covertly that not all is
well. They can take my jobs away at will and enter my place at
anytime even if I am at home sleeping. The government can make up
stories that are believable enough my neighbours no longer want me
around. Till I am homeless and jobless and tired and sick. I still
wait for that hero somebody to pat me on the shoulder. Another
stalker more heartless than the next taunts get a job you bum.
Untill the next pat on the shoulder is another heartless stalker
shoving you out of line for free food. A kind man gives you a peice
of bread but is he a stalker is the bread poisoned. Who could do
such horror but more important how did I let this happen. I watch on
T.V (CANADIAN TELEVISION) where another advertisement for the
police. Don't be a hero we will clean up the undesirables in your
neighbourhood. I question who the undesirables are and wonder what
has truly gone wrong with the system that at one time worked so
well. What would life be like if I was unaware and could by more
time with my head buried in the sand. I am reasonably free now could
it be I could of fought back somehow, someplace, somewhere or are
they too strong. Are you my hero are you coming? I will be
expecting you at my darkest hour just before it is too late.
YOURS TRULY
DEAN RAY
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